Evie
tell me all of the things
that make you feel at ease
She knows that he knows exactly what he's doing to her and exactly what her beseeching tone had communicated, so she only groans softly in response. Words are already slipping further away from her with each second - time and energy are better spent on trying to entice him into moving things along.Perhaps she bit off more than she could chew though, as she jolts on the bed as if electrified as his mouth descends upon her at the same moment as another finger slides inside, forcing her halfway up onto her elbows as her thighs jerk around him and she mewls in a fashion that would otherwise be embarrassing. Words dissolve into a mantra of "fuck, fuck, yes," as the heat in her belly sharply and swiftly increases. His hands will always be the death of her, and her own grip the sheets given he's too far to cling to any longer, twisting and knotting them unrepentantly as the petals tumble and brush against her skin. She catches the please just behind her teeth, hesitant to plead for more and faster when she'd just (sort of) tortured him herself.
